STORY || DON'T CRY MAMA AFRICA >> episode 3

Last episode......
One week later we lost our mother. She died smiling, she once was much suffering and then it was her time to rest. Her dearth pained us a lot, we rather lost the world than our beloved mother. She was the only one we depended on, she was everything to us. We cried with no end.

Now continue…………….


Episode 3
New chapter of life then started, we had no father no mother no relatives and nobody to depend. We then quit from school, we had no fees, no food to eat and even our uniforms were then no longer good compare to other students.
Life was much tough, having even a single meal a day was much calculated issue, many time we slept with empty stomachs. Our first brother was the only person we depended on, since he was somehow grown enough to work. He was employed as a co-shopkeeper in one of shops in town. His boss was Chinese, he was paying very little wage that could not satisfy both of us. Hence we had to accept the fact, living by one meal per day or none as things went wrong.
Not such long passed till a day our brother got killed, the shop he was working at was broken by unknown people who stole money and some of commodities. Our brother was first suspected in that, his boss didn’t want to listen to him, he was much angry. He shot him with a gun, two bullet in chest. People took our brother to hospital but was too late, he died sooner as he reached to the hospital.
His death built new wounds in our hearts, the pain we had was never countable. I myself I fainted more than twice. I didn’t want to believe why all of those were always coming us, we lost our father, then our mother and too sooner our brother.  I cried all the time.
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A week after our brother’s death, a woman from town visited our home. She said she was working with our father when he was alive. She knew all what happened to us and she was very sorry. She wanted to help us with the situation, she knew how much our life was hence she couldn’t let us alone. She took our two young sisters Jane and Joyce through they were much younger compare to me and my brother. She also promised to send us money every when we need, and by starting she gave us some and bought enough food that could satisfy us for a month or extra.
We were much thankful to that woman, we believed she was our savior and the one to whom we can trust and call our mother. Poor us! We didn’t knew she was bad person ever, we didn’t knew she took our twins to use them. We didn’t knew they were in danger.

To be continue…………..